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letra de l.a. vibe - king lil g

[goodfellas dialogue]
as far back as i can remember
i always wanted to be a gangster

[king lil g]
hey where you m-th-f-ckers from homie?
yeah, bang that sh-t
i said bang that sh-t
yeah

[verse 1]
home of the crips & bloods
where the ese’s shoot
and they never run
l.a. county blues
what we do for fun
and i’m never gonna tell em
who the shooter was
i’m gonna keep on getting high
til the budda comes
gang signs in the sky
we the hooligans
and i’m never gonna tell you
who the f-ck to trust
and i’m never gonna tell you
who the f-ck it was
i hesitate
so basically i made it to the gang
in the major league
rap game came through
so it pays a g
get love so much
i don’t play with beef
i just ride homicide
through the enemies hood
give a f-ck what the enemy does
just be ready when the enemy comes
little homie found out
what a felony was
b-tch my hood don’t play
got recruited in l.a
got them shooters moving weight
we come through & pull that k
we like the m-th-f-cking navy
i’m trying to save money
i’m hoping that god is the one
that could save me
it’s easy concealing a weapon
it’s almost impossible
raising a baby
keeping it gangsta is hard
and i do it but often
its driving me crazy

[hook]
wouldn’t be l.a. without that gangsta sh-t
boom, boom, boom, boom
wouldn’t be l.a. without that gangsta sh-t
gangsta, gangsta
wouldn’t be l.a. without that gangsta sh-t
boom, boom, boom, boom
wouldn’t be l.a. without it
wouldn’t be l.a
wouldn’t be l.a. (a)
wouldn’t be l.a. (never)
wouldn’t be l.a. (no)
wouldn’t be l. (a)

[verse 2]
tell your homies better go & hold a pistol
got your homie shot
now your homies miss em
that’s what happens
when i wanna go against you
that’s what happens
when i wanna push an issue
told you suckas
i could never reconcile
gangsta without a doubt
never get caught when you out of bounds
never get caught when you out of town
i was in the middle of the m-th-f-cken block that day
(block that day)
then i heard a little whistle
and a m-th-f-cker k-ck n spray (c-cked & sprayed)
gunshots went pop
till the cops helicopters came (yea, yea, yea, yea)
then they put em in a coma
couldn’t move till the doctors came (yea, yea, yea, yea)
everybody in l.a. c-ck back that sh-t
go bang (yea, yea, yea, yea)
got weed got pills
perscribed like kurt cobain

- king lil g

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